Images taken from Jess and downtown Toronto streets
I think fashion saved me. I think art continues to save me today.
I still have some of the first fashion magazines I've ever brought. I think the very first one was the May 2009 copy of Vogue. Quickly though, I became addicted to Nylon Magazine and checked fashion blogs religiously. Fashion but more specifically, personal style became my religion. I watched runway videos from top designers, but it was street style and blogger's personal styles that interested me the most. It's also not that these styles were the same as my own, but it was reading someone based on their clothes and how they held themselves together. Style can be everything.
Fast forward to today, I no longer have ambitions to become a fashion designer but living in Toronto, I'm surrounded by so many unique (and uniform) styles that it's hard not to still love personal styling. I maintain that fashion saved me. Fashion was my gateway to so many different arts, photography and colour or monochromatic schemes. It's everything.
I still have some of the first fashion magazines I've ever brought. I think the very first one was the May 2009 copy of Vogue. Quickly though, I became addicted to Nylon Magazine and checked fashion blogs religiously. Fashion but more specifically, personal style became my religion. I watched runway videos from top designers, but it was street style and blogger's personal styles that interested me the most. It's also not that these styles were the same as my own, but it was reading someone based on their clothes and how they held themselves together. Style can be everything.
Fast forward to today, I no longer have ambitions to become a fashion designer but living in Toronto, I'm surrounded by so many unique (and uniform) styles that it's hard not to still love personal styling. I maintain that fashion saved me. Fashion was my gateway to so many different arts, photography and colour or monochromatic schemes. It's everything.
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